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Post by halonachos on Mar 28, 2016 2:20:14 GMT
"Oh well that simply will not do." Shannon peeked across a table at a set of plans, "See, Director, if we have the particle drivers in place around the main palace then we leave it at a much greater threat due to the instabilities of each driver. We are looking at a massive, exponential, increase in the danger and damage that can be caused to Buckingham Palace and the royal family as a whole. In fact it would be as if the person designing this defensive system is hoping that they would have critical events that would lead to an overall detonation larger than a hydrogen bomb! Dr. Schmitten must be an imposter!" she pointed at the monocle wearing German.
"No, zat's not true." Dr. Schmitten coyly replied, "Ze truth ist zat ich bin ein Vampire"! and with a sudden flash of smoke the scientist transformed into a knock off Dracula, black tendrils flew from his fingers killing multiple security personnel and some higher ups. The Director pulled his weapon up and was knocked across the room as Dr. Schmitten chortled haughtily. "I vill vin ze var fur Deutschland after all zis time!" he continued.
"Not so fast you Jerry bastard!" Shannon shouted, holding a massive spinethrower, "I've got you dead to Reichs!" she said coolly as the weapon fired stakes into the crazed vampire, his form soon expired and the Director came to just to see the end of Dr. Schmitten.
"Shannon." the Director said, "That was excellent work you did there, in fact it looks like several positions have opened up and I was wondering if you would like a promotion."
"Promotion?" Shannon said quizzically, "Well sir, I would be happy to accept a promotion and to continue to serve Queen and country to my best capabilities." ------------------
"Promotion..." Shannon exhaled, some drool falling from the corner of her mouth, "Yes sir, I would like to be the new Director. I could have my office moved in an hour, I just need my socks." she continued talking in her sleep, the chair's back hiding her slumped figure. One arm dangled off the armrest, a hooked finger precariously dangling the cup from last night. "Oh no, there's more sir! Let's talk about that promotion later." she quietly mumbled. Her finger twitched to fire her dream gun, eventually causing the cup to crash to the floor and shatter. Shannon shot up and fell out of the chair, "Awww, I was almost Director this time." she groaned and rubbed her eyes. She lazily got up and made quick work of the tea cup before walking out to find a kitchen.
"My god, you look rough." August said while walking by, already cleaned and groomed for the day.
"Why are you up already?" she replied still half asleep.
"Morning stroll around the grounds, brisk day out, good for the heart and mind." August continued his walk back to his room, "Need to sight my rifle now, it's important to keep to a schedule."
"Yeah, yeah." she waved it off, "I just need some breakfast and I'll be good." she continued until she found a communal dining hall, she grabbed some toast, jam, and whatever fruit she could find before taking a seat. The news played on the television and besides random weather and gossip they ran a quick piece about some weapon, it seemed that some colonel had deemed the island as the proper place to store a ray gun of some sort. "Simply put... it will vaporize a man instantaneously. It allows a common infantryman to destroy battle tanks and combat drones in a handful of shots if not less, meaning our average Joe with his boots on the ground may no longer be as vulnerable as he has become over the last decade as warfare has grown increasingly deadly." the colonel said on the show.
Shannon stopped chewing her food and let her toast drop back onto the plate, she swallowed a mostly solid piece of toast and coughed, "Are you shitting me?" she said in dismay. She left her unfinished food and power walked through the monastery, "Kensington? Mr. Kensington!" she nearly shouted, "Have you seen Kensington?" she quickly asked a random agent in the hall, "No I have not, my apologies." the agent said as he soon found a way to get away from the unkempt woman. "Kensington," she continued to say loudly, she heard a muffled reply coming from around the corner and sped up to the corner to find her target, "Kensington, we need to talk." she blurted out to the older intelligencer, "The RAF have done something incredibly daft."
"You mean the pulse weapon?" Kensington hid a slight grimace at the fact that Shannon smelled like sweat.
"Yes!" Shannon said quickly, "It needs to go, it cannot be here. There's at least one vampire and 2-3 werewolves at minimum on this island, we cannot have it here where there's no proper protection for it. It needs to go back to the U.K where AGIHO can properly defend it, those soldiers don't know anything about vampires or god forbid a werewolf evolves a brain and tries to get their han... paws on it."
"I appreciate your concern, however I would appreciate your hygiene improving as well. We are a professional agency and if you wish to discuss this matter then I expect you to be properly ready for such a discussion. Speaking of discussions, I will need to speak to both you and Donald concerning the events of last night. That is not how we operate." Kensington finished before leaving Shannon by herself, she could recognize now that she did smell an awful lot like last night, the scent of old beer, some vomit, and sweat had tarnished her clothes.
"Yes sir, I apologize for my current status but I thought this was rather important." she began following him, "You see if we could either get the weapon sent back home, destroyed, sabotaged, or we could find out if the main head of the pulse weapon's development is on the island then maybe we could convince them to get rid of the weapon."
"You want to see the weapon destroyed?" Kensington's tone and face gave no indication of how he felt about that.
"Well it is an incredibly dangerous weapon, I don't see the point of it existing." her defense began weak, "I am by no means a pacifist, I supported the invasion of North Korea fully, but this is something that allows too much power for an individual to wield. A bullet wound can be sewn up, a cut can be sewn up, but you cannot in any way heal someone who has been vaporized. If they are telling the truth then they now have a weapon an individual can use to turn a person into vapor, a gas. They're forcing a person to undergo sublimation and as far as I know it is impossible to make a person undergo deposition to make them alright again."
Kensington stopped and Shannon did the same, "We will discuss this later, now please shower and change." he motioned his hand to the door to her room.
"Yes sir." she said meekly, she waited for him to go before realizing that he was waiting for her to go into her room. "Oh, sorry." she opened the door, walked in, and shut it behind her. She could hear his footsteps leaving the threshold and she began to get ready for the day. After a good shower she began to pick through clothes, she remembered how the others had stuck out and decided to go with some rather plain looking clothes, a pair of clean jeans and a shirt would do, she'd grab her jacket when they left for the day. She then decided to head back to go finish her breakfast, hoping someone would have left it there, before meeting with Kensington again.
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Post by coolyo294 on Apr 4, 2016 1:28:28 GMT
The stunt with the helicopter and his close brush with death at the hands of a werewolf really had taken it out of Caine. As soon as he and Micheal made it back to the safehouse he collapsed on a bed and immediately went to sleep. Neither of other Task Force Reaper operatives could blame him. It wasn't often that someone's first mission got botched as badly as last night.
There were no doubts about it: the Cartwright Tower operation was a failure. Although they had gotten actionable intelligence on the identity of a werewolf in Nova City, their actions had lead to the deaths of an innocent security guard and numerous police officers and came dangerously close to exposing them to the public. The brass was going to drag them over hot coals for this.
But assuming they could kill the werewolf something could still be salvaged. They had its face, now all they needed to do was track it down and put a few rounds in it.
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Post by Darko on Apr 9, 2016 10:49:59 GMT
Victor Cartwright sat in a great armchair covered in exotic furs. His sword sat across his lap and a glass of what appeared to be red wine lay idly in the palm of his hand half-drank. The room was dark, the blinds drawn and lights off, his face left wreathed in shadow as a contemplative hand rested upon his chin. This would not do. This would not do at all. A filthy mutt had violated his personal domain; sullied it with its bestial presence and focused far too much attention onto him. He'd just paid a handsome amount of money for some less-than-legitimate protection to patrol downstairs, in case the wolf tried to repeat the same stunt. Somehow, despite the stereotypical foolhardiness of wolves, he suspected that this one, as bold as he was, wouldn't try the same thing twice. He'd have to be careful now, very careful - form a plan, retaliate.
After all, in a dog eat dog world, survival of the fittest is the only certainty.
Colonel Redford smiled with satisfaction. They'd finished moving everything into their section of the base. The RAF hadn't been happy to accommodate them, but had accommodated them nonetheless with sterling efficiency. All of their equipment had been moved in, and around-the-clock guards had been posted to keep the new weapon safe.
Rain drops began to pour from the sky, accompanied by distant thunder and lightning. Danny hurried down the street, hood up to obscure his face. He'd escaped the hospital almost without a hitch... he'd had to feed to regain his strength and heal his injuries. An orderly just happened to be in the wrong place at the right time for him to... well, he tried not to think about it too much. It was just a necessary part of his life. He had to get to one of his friend's houses to lay low for awhile. Glancing upward, he saw a break in the clouds. Shimmering silver moonlight vaguely illuminated the street, the moon itself reflected in a nearby puddle.
The time is now 5:12pm - night time, due to it being winter. It's a full moon, and you know what that means...
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Post by Lord Harrab on Apr 9, 2016 13:24:32 GMT
Tina had never been much of a morning person, it was reassuring to see that even now, with her sleep cycle so irreparably changed, some things were still consistent. She yawned absentmindedly, sat at the dining table with Tulwar's report in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other, the beverage did nothing for her, but habits died hard and anyway she liked the taste. Behind her Tulwar was running a brush though her mistress' waist length black hair, a reward for her accurate and informative report, an expression of reverential bliss on her face. the envious looks her other thralls shot the american amusing to the Vampire, perhaps it would inspire them to work harder themselves. "Mistress." Gladius interrupted cautiously, "what of the report i made of the weapon the British Army is said to be testing at the airbase? I feel we could-." "It is bait." Tina responded flatly, not even looking up, "If the Humans truly wanted the weapon to be secure from Terrorists they would not announce its location on the news for all to hear. If it is True then they are idiots who deserve the trouble that will fall upon them. Regardless i will not get involved with it." The vampire placed her mug on the table then made a quick gesture with the free hand, from across the room the newspaper flew into her grasp like a paper bird, displayed providently on the front page was the Cartwright tower and the news story of dozens of policemen dead. Tina smoothed out the paper in front of her and tapped the image with a long finger, "this, however, interests me. The dead speak of a werewolf involvement, filthy beasts, and the armed men who stole a helicopter were obviously Hunters in over their heads. This is useful intelligence, although i doubt either of them use the building as a base, it does raise the question of who does. Probably one of the so-called Elite. A pity the Hunters failed, it would have made my life so much easier." She turned her gaze to the windows, glimpsing a full moon between the clouds and frowned, a problem, and yet also an opportunity. Suddenly snapped her fingers, earning a disappointed sigh from Tulwar who stood back as her Mistress stood to her full and impressive height. Samantha was suddenly there from whatever corner she had secreted herself in, the young vampire's expression bank yet attentive. "I Feel like a night on the town my darlings,make yourselves presentable, we leave in ten minutes." There would be another quiet yet non-violent scuffle once they got out of her sight, the vampire thought with a tight smile, as the human thralls hurried for the stairs with a too casual confidence, they would all want to impress her. Samatha hadn't moved, by now her Mistress assumed the hoodie was a part of the vampire's skin and one of these nights have to wrestle the teenager into the bathroom and hose her down, but for now it would have to do. Tina sat herself back down with a smile, picking her both her coffe and the paper while she waited. Tonight should be interesting.
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Post by halonachos on Apr 11, 2016 1:56:13 GMT
Shannon was thankful that Kensington had seen some merit to her actions, the verbal lashing she received for getting arrested in the first place had placed her in a funk but there was at least a silver lining to this cloud. As the saying went, a picture is worth a thousand words and she had pictures of a known vampire and a probable werewolf. She had hoped that they had some level of computing or data access that would let them get into some security cameras around the city and help them identify one of them. An address, a family, anything that could be used against them would be helpful. The vampire seemed young so he probably had a school or student ID depending on when he was turned and how old he actually was, best case scenario he would be an easy pick up for some questioning.
However, the night had set upon them entirely too fast in Shannon's opinion, how she wanted a few more hours of daylight, a few more precious hours of not dealing with the mess that werewolves inherently created and the loss that vampires left behind in their wake. Even worse it was raining, poor conditions to go out and expect favorable results. Already on the police radio she had heard of several accidents at low speeds as the night and rain worked in concert to add to the madness that would occur on the night of a full moon.
"Tracking is going to be near impossible in this weather." August had said before they had even considered leaving the warmth of the monastery. Then again after the night before Shannon was almost certain that she didn't want to go out again, she was already missing the clean lab and the slabs of frozen specimens. Although she had to admit that she probably learned most from the vivisection portions of their studies, watching the internal structures change along with the transformation was awe inspiring. Sine and bone snapped and twisted to become molded in the form of an apex predator. Vampires were more of a rarity as it was difficult to catch something that could actually think and strategize better than most humans. She had considered them gruesome at first and wondered what they were thinking at the time, however she began to think about what they probably thought when they were in a position of power and mauling some poor bastard just because they looked tasty. They were monsters and learning about them was important in creating ways to destroy them, had it been the other way around they would have had no qualms about killing some hapless human so why should she consider their feelings? Why should she feel sorry for some demon who slaked it's thirst on the blood of the innocent or filled it's gullet with the flesh of the good? It had almost been an initiation into murder for her, she remembered the day she had to demonstrate to a group of novice hunters. She could still feel the scalpel trembling in her hand over some werewolf and her throat being particularly dry as she explained to the group about nerve bundles and special joint reconstructions that occurred during transformation. She could still hear his voice, muffled by a gag and the rattling of all the silver restraints, she could hear pleading in his voice and could feel doubt in her mind. He had been a husband, fate would have him be in animal control and called to an event that would forever change his life and she could swear his first thought at that event would have been "that's not a bear.".
She had to describe relevant history for the case study, she had felt a knot in her stomach as she continued. The man had slain his wife on the first moon and then several officers. It was a sad story, he didn't choose to become a werewolf, it had been chosen for him. However he had been one for several years and the list of kills went on and on, a boy scout troop had become breakfast, a couple on a honeymoon was lunch, and a man similar to himself had become his last meal. He didn't have a choice to become a monster but he had a choice in stopping it, a choice he did not make and a choice that cost the lives of multiple innocent and good people. She remembered the feeling of vindication for those lost, as if the blade she used would cut the souls free from that monster's gut. In the end it probably didn't but she felt excited by the entire thing. She remembered a blur of pointing out and excising various parts and eagerly showing them to the novices who noted that it was an "inspired" lecture. There was so much to learn about werewolves and vampires and she always volunteered to help demonstrate to the newbies, nothing was better than discovering a potential new structure and physiology and then teaching others about it. The thought of just teaching about it made her heart beat faster with elation.
"Break in on 2424 Wellesly Circle." the radio burped out in the van as the rain drummed on it's roof.
"That's nothing important..." Shannon sighed, "Just someone trying to scrape by with another's work."
"Well if something does pick up we could use it as an opportunity to nab a new vehicle, I doubt a stolen car will get as much attention as several gruesome homicides." August continued looking out of the van. "Rain would wash away much of a blood trail and we don't have the equipment for accurate tracking."
"Let's get some tea and go on a stake out." Shannon stretched, accidentally smacking Reginald in the ear. The sleeping giant paid no mind. "We've got slickers and we could probably see better on a rooftop, be a bit like Batman."
"It is dark enough that we might get away with standing on a rooftop with weapons, but I don't like the idea of leaving the van all alone or splitting the team." August began to think, "Maybe we can get the inquisitor on board with the idea and meet up somewhere? His team seems better suited for up close and dirty fighting."
"Seems like a good idea, you pick out a building and I'll send him an address to confirm an interest." Shannon nodded and watched as Anne continued to drive and August began sorting out locations.
"What prey do you have in mind for tonight?" August asked, "I've got two places in mind but one might not see any wolves and the other might not see any vamps."
"Surprise me." Shannon smirked, "I'm not particularly eager to meet either of them unless they're heavily sedated and tied to a wall."
"Or a bed..." Reginald maintained his sleeping composure as Shannon turned red in the face. "That's just a rumor." she choked out, "I have never, ever, ever slept with a vampire."
"I meant an operating bed." Reginald grinned widely, "But one day you will have to illuminate us about this rumor of yours."
"Firstly it's an operating table, not a bed." Shannon smoothed out her pants, "Secondly it's none of your concern as August is about to pick out the perfect perch for us to stalk some nasties."
"Fair 'nough" Reginald laid back further, "Should probably involve that Donald and his blokes though, just in case."
"In the plans." Shannon watched a building take up the view of the windshield, "Is this it?"
"Yep, centrally located, tall enough to see some alleys and the main street, monorail fairly close in case we lose the van, and short enough that it's not a skycraper and makes us useless." August pointed out the features with his left hand, "Also it's a decent middle ground, fancy enough for a lower status vamp and anonymous enough for a werewolf to think it's a good hunting spot."
"What was the other option? This sounds near ideal." Shannon raised her brow.
"Near the most likely hospital that the vamp from last night went to." August chuckled, "But we can work on him tomorrow night because we know where he most likely will be for awhile. From what you've said he's probably going to be visiting his lady friend for awhile so we can always nick him later. You seemed eager to find more and do more though and I always aim to please."
Minutes later they had made their way up to the building's roof, the police radio had been charged and all their gear had been donned. It was surely going to be a miserable night for someone and she intended for it to at least not be her.
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Post by Draxy on Apr 16, 2016 20:00:29 GMT
“Miss McClement?” “Ah, yes?”
“Can you tell me about the event that occurred early this morning and the man that assaulted you?”
“I…I don’t know much. It was dark and…” The woman wreathed in Red, clutching the man’s dying heart. She screwed her eyes shut. Shaking her head as tears fell. “I…I don’t…”
“They cannot know” The Woman in Red had said. “They’ll kill you or I’ll do it for them. You’re like me now and we have each other’s back, k?” No! It’s not ok! That fucking bitch! Why should she do as she says? She should tell them if only to rub that arrogant smirk off her face! It’d be… no… wait, what?
Her blood had turned to ice, for she was there in the corner, ‘hood pulled low over her face. She wasn’t doing anything, just sat seemingly bored as she swung her legs idly from the desk. Like an overgrown child, Faith thought bitterly.
“Ma’am? Ma’am are you alright?” Her eyes flickered back to the officer, who was now looking at her strangely.
“I’m… I’m fine.” Faith replied, rather abruptly, she obviously wasn’t. The other girl had noticed her now, as she gave a cheeky wave. “I just…” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, to calm her frantic heart. And then... She told the officer exactly as Red had wanted her to say. Behind them the woman laughed, high pitched and chilling, it struck directly at Faith’s sole. In the end then… ‘I am such a coward.’
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It was already late by the time Faith returned home, bleary eyed and tired beyond belief. Her skin felt hot and clammy and her spine tingled as if all her hairs were standing upon end. She barely had any sleep for the last twenty four hours, being plagued by images of the woman in red every time she closed her eyes, the endless questioning of last night’s events didn’t help much either. She yawned widely, stretching as she removed the crick in her back that had built up during the day. Sleep would be nice, but it was just past four, far too early for a nap and she still didn’t know if she was expected at the café for the evening shift. She winced. Yeah, not happening. She’d call them soon, let them know she wasn’t coming. And who could truly blame her after last night’s events? Maybe sleep would be a good idea then? No, not now at least. First coffee. It wasn’t long then before the coffee was made and Faith could catch her reflection from the steady bubbling of the machine. She looked terrible, she thought, as she caught her reflection upon the glass. Her usually bright green eyes looked and lined with dark bags and her hair was a wild mess and matted with dried blood, whilst her lips were a shade of dark blue, having not yet recovered from the cold winter air. And that wasn’t taken into account her clothing that was covered with creases and her blouse was soaked with sweat and was surely beginning to smell, much to her mounting embarrassment. It was with same relief then that the coffee finally brewed, and she was able to pour herself some of the heavenly liquid. The liquid was near scalding as it passed her bruised and battered lips, just another reminder of events she’d rather not remember. Speaking of which…
“Go away” The other occupant of the room regarded her coldly in a way that sent shivers down her spine.
“Ara? Dismissing me so soon? But we’ve barely gotten to know each other.” She pouted cutely, if that was even possible, knowing what she was capable of.
“I want nothing to do with you” Faith spat at her, strangely the intruder actually had the gall to laugh at her. “Awwww, honey. I’m afraid you don’t have a choice in the matter” It was then that the first bout of pain struck. Her every nerve felt like it was on fire, she couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t…
“We are one now after all.”
Her head snapped up. A frantic yet clear thought ran true against the pain. ‘No I am nothing like you. I will NEVER be like you Faith ran. She had to get away. To get help. She just had to. She didn’t get very far, another bout of pain caused her to stumble and fall, screaming as she wreathed in agony.
What did she do to deserve this? Was she truly that horrible of a child that she was to be punished with this? She could hear voices, strangely loud despite the heavy rain. Christmas shoppers, she realised, caught out in the rain. She peered at them from beneath her hair and between ragged breathes. Why are they just standing there? Why won’t they help, can’t they see she’s in pain? She gritted her teeth. Arseholes. What upstanding examples of the British public. She let out what sounded suspiciously like a growl, only to watch as they all seemed to unconsciously take a step backwards. Were they actually scared of her?
“Of course they are” A voice said from behind her, one she’d been acquainted with quite well recently. “After all, you’re a monster” Above the moon finally crested the horizon, and then Faith knew no more.
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Post by Lord Harrab on Apr 20, 2016 14:21:17 GMT
Even at this hour of the evening, traffic on the major roads of this floating mega-city was rather heavy, yet organised, many preferred the use of the monorails it seemed for their commute, but the frequent stops, starts, and general length of travel from the house to here, area she had directed Saber driver her to, gave her time to collect her thoughts and ponder the world. A faded and much folded photograph was pulled from a pocket, illuminated occasionally by passing street lights, not that she needed man made illumination to see it, a picture of a teenage girl, and an older man with his hand on her shoulder while behind them was some form of wooden structure, but time and wear and tear had made further identification of both the subjects and their location impossible. For a time Tina stared at it in silence, then tucked it safely back where it belonged, turning her attention to her thralls, sat around her with their attention focused outward towards possible threats. "Presentable" had meant prepared for misadventures, despite what she suspected her thralls had hoped, besides the winder chill and weather put aside any hopes of a casual night. No, She had other plans and time will tell if they would come to fruition. The SUV pulled into an almost deserted car park, from a nearby building there was light and music, and the wind picked up with appropriate dramatic timing as Tina and her Thralls exited the vehicle, whipping her long hair up and out. She had thought original to begin with the area Tulwar had scouted that morning, but instead had decided to do some recon in force to the south, learn the lay of the land with her own eyes. Ignoring the pub for now, she lead her small group away, looking to any who bothered to notice them, like just another group hurrying along as the weather worsened, but her senses were alert, mapping the area with precision, comparing it to what she had learned from Tulwar's report and maps even as her mortal eyes and those of her servants watched the shadows. This part of town was residential, caught between the lights and shine of the city behind them and the darkness of the undeveloped wilds beyond and perhaps she would find something of interest tonight, as she paced around in the night, her mind already working towards the next step, forming contingencies in case something happened, all the while getting a feel for this place in relation to everything else. She had to be extra cautious tonight, the darkness had a subtle texture to it under the silver rays of the moon, a fear, a hunger, a bestial edge. Although she could use that to her advantage too, even though she had not planned on such thing tonight, but things were going well, she could afford to be lenient in her schedule somewhat. Tina finished her mental measuring of the area, marking all the windows, door, fences and lights, and with a snap of her fingers heard easily by those attuned to it, beckoned Samantha to wait in the car, and the others to follow with her as she adjusted her features into a slightly confused but polite expression, and led the way into the otherwise unremarkable pub.
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Post by halonachos on Apr 22, 2016 16:16:49 GMT
"This rain fucking sucks." Reginald continued to man his post by the rooftop's entrance.
"Well it's just water and I doubt we'll have to be up here much longer." Shannon looked over the streets below them, a more than likely fatal fall for them. She couldn't help feeling helpless with this situation, they weren't on the attack and were waiting for someone to get mauled to death and found in order to do anything. That was always the case from what she understood, there was usually very little by means of proactive efforts from AGIHO operatives. She understood that newer hunters often felt that they could change that, that they could be the one who killed a wolf or vamp before it killed a human being, and unfortunately that was usually never the truth. These proactive recruits would often end up as something's meal or slowly burn themselves out, "Do you remember Tristan Thatcher?" she asked aloud.
"Never heard of him." Reginald tried to make himself smaller to avoid the rain.
"New hunter, became relatively well versed in hunting vampires for his time with us." Shannon began.
"Good for him, how many did he kill?" Reginald asked with interest.
"Only one..." Shannon said, "and that was himself."
"Oh... yes, shame. He was a good lad." August had been scanning the near horizon for signs of movement.
"Wait, so how was he 'well versed' if he never killed a vamp... 'sides himself that is." Reginald's brow furrowed in an attempt at comprehension.
"Because he knew their movements, their methods, and had a good grasp on the overall situation for his assignment." Shannon's eyes dropped, "However, he didn't have a good mind on his own tactics. He thought that because he knew their movements that he could preempt them, that he could head them off at the pass. He forgot that in doing so he left himself open, from what we were told he was in an active factory and had managed to disguise himself as a worker, the bulk of his uniform was able to conceal his weapons quite easily, and he was there to kill a vampire who had been the factory's foreman for a few years. He sought him out and went into the lion's den, he also knew that vampires also had thralls and from information given he knew it was the floor manager, and his secretary. He was ready for that."
"So what happened?" Reginald beckoned.
"He was right, the floor manager and the secretary were thralls and he was able to dispatch them discreetly. The manager had a work related accident and ended up mangled in a conveyor belt. The secretary had her neck broken and was later found in her locker at work. Tristen then found himself working a near full work day before being called into the foreman's office for his orientation evaluation, that's where things went awry. He went into the office thinking it would be a quick assassination and as soon as he entered the door two other floor workers grabbed him and slammed him to the floor, his weapons were taken, and the foreman just laughed at him. He was beaten for three days before the foreman decided to turn him into a vamp instead of just a thrall, something about how he was tough and would make for a great addition to the team. The night after he broke free and returned to his operating base. He wasn't quite sure if he was just a thrall or a vamp, it caught the rest of the team off guard and they quickly captured him with some silver." Shannon looked out at the airport in the distance, "He was questioned, he willingly gave every answer, and then made a request from the Intelligencer team. He asked for no vivisection, he didn't want them to cut him open while he was still breathing. The team wasn't sure if they could comply so he asked for a revolver with a silver bullet in it... it was indeed odd. However we gave him the revolver and left him chained in the room and locked the door. The other hunters were prepared in case he tried to break out, but the next thing we heard from the room was him saying 'for Queen and country' in a measured tone and then a gunshot. The video feed from the room showed a very dead Tristan."
"So you were there then?" Reginald asked.
"Yes, I had been with AGIHO for roughly four months at that point in time." Shannon stepped away from the edge of the roof and turned up the police radio, "That was probably the worst dissection I have ever done. Tristan was nothing but dedicated to the cause, his sheer level of conviction could be felt by anyone around him. I have to applaud his decision, takes a lot of willpower to willingly turn yourself in knowing for sure that you are going to die."
"Well that certainly fits the weather." August grudgingly attempted to break the mood, "However I have yet to receive word from the inquisitor, I believe they are still in route to our position and traffic could be very well holding them up. Has anything come on the radio yet?"
"Not really..." Shannon attempted to return herself to the present, "Another car crash and a mugging in the commercial district but that's it, wait a second." she pulled the radio closer to her ear. "Says there's someone acting awfully suspiciously... female, blonde, growling at pedestrians."
"Sounds like a drunk." Reginald scratched his ear, "I would drink in this time of year too."
"Normally I would agree with you on just being a drunk, but it's a full moon tonight and we do know that there has to be some active wolves." Shannon attached the radio to her coat, "I think we should go check it out."
"What about the whole preemptive thing that Tristan guy tried to do?" Reginald asked. "Didn't that literally bite him in the ass?"
"Well yes," Shannon continued to get her gear ready, "but in this case if it is what I think it is we're reacting to her coming out and not actively seeking her. It's different."
With that the group got into the van and headed out to where the radio said that the odd acting female had been, it would be awhile before they got there thanks to the flow of traffic. During the drive they realized that it would be easier to take a monorail, and conceal their gear underneath the slickers they were wearing. The bulky winter clothing would help too, at least with Shannon's equipment. "I'll take the monorail over there and you take the van. Stay in contact with the Inquisitor and I'll keep the badge and radio with me, if someone does see my stuff then I can at least back it up with being a detective or something." Shannon said as she concealed her weapons under her clothing and turned down the radio to a whisper. The rest of the team told her to stay safe as she approached the platform and pulled out her phone, she dialed Kensington's number "Sir, we have a possible issue in the city..." she began.
"What kind of issue would that be, miss Cropper?" Kensington replied from the safety of the monastery.
"It could be a wolf, maybe a freshly turned one from the sounds of the police scanner. My team is en route via van and I'm taking the monorail to get there a bit faster. Please have the Inquisitor meet with us at the location as soon as possible."
"Going alone, rather dangerous."
"To be fair sir, hunting isn't exactly rec league football." Shannon ended the call and boarded the monorail.
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